Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

TULLY

I was a slut for him.

I’d been a slut for him for two years now, though I wouldn’t have put it into those words.

But hearing him throw his anger at me in an uncontrolled mess of accusations and knowing it did absolutely nothing to diminish how badly I wanted him made the truth quite clear.

It took laughably little to make me get on my knees for Devon McKay.

I never took my eyes off his as I lowered to the floor. “This what you want?”

A dare. A challenge. I wouldn’t be the one to blame for this ill-advised detour between us.

His eyes searched mine before his chin dipped.

“Say it,” I ground out, moving my hands to his hips and tucking my fingertips under his waistband just so I could feel the bare-skin warmth of him. “Say the words, Dev. Tell me again exactly what you want right now.”

“Please,” he breathed. “Suck my cock.”

As I moved my hands to his belt, he took a breath and added, “Remember, you owe me.”

The words should have stung. They should have hit me like an offensive gauntlet, an unfair quid pro quo from our first night together. But they didn’t. We both knew his completion had been a very long time coming.

I owed him because I wanted to give it to him. I’d spent two long years wondering what he would have looked like if I’d made him lose control.

My fingers made quick work of his buckle. Dev’s long fingers threaded into my hair. “Seeing you on your knees for me is going to make me come before you even see my dick,” he murmured.

I would get on my knees for you any day of the week.

I remained silent, opening his jeans and reaching inside to free the bulge behind the layers of cotton. His cock was long and uncut. The masculine scent of him already filled my nose, but I inhaled hungrily anyway. There would never be enough of Devon McKay to satisfy me. I knew this was my only shot at getting my hands and mouth on him. As prickly as he’d been all week, there was no telling how he would respond to me after this.

And I wasn’t about to lose my shot.

I rubbed my face against the warm, silky skin of his shaft before tasting the salty tip. A low rumble of approval vibrated through him.

His fingers tightened in my hair. “That’s it.”

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked gently, wrapping my tongue around him. I wanted to drive him absolutely crazy, edge the fuck out of him until he finally admitted just how badly he wanted me.

Not an orgasm. Not stress relief.

Me .

My tongue wanted every inch of him, to learn and own.

To possess.

“So good,” he murmured. “So fucking good. Just like that. Just like that, Tully.”

The sound of my name in his deep voice went straight to my dick. I reached down to adjust myself before moving my hand back up to grasp his balls. I used my other hand to work his pants down lower, but he quickly took over and shoved them down around his knees.

Dev’s muscular thighs begged for my hands. I wanted all of it. This quick blowjob in the kitchen would never be enough.

I moved my hands around to squeeze his ass cheeks and pull them apart. His groan gave me enough confidence to seek out his hole with a finger and tease the rim a little—not enough to actually penetrate, but enough to make him wonder if I would.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his hands tightening even more in my hair. “Driving me fucking crazy. Take it.”

His hips pushed forward, sending his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled off before surging forward again to swallow him. This time, I was prepared. I relaxed as best I could so he could feel my throat. The resulting deep moan made it worth it.

He was losing control. The Dev I was coming to know would never admit to needing anything, would never admit to being at someone else’s mercy. Even the night we’d hooked up had happened according to his strict rules. He’d orchestrated how far and fast we went, who’d gotten off and who hadn’t.

Tonight was different. We were playing by my rules. He would climax when I wanted him to, as often as I wanted him to.

“Gonna make me come,” he said.

I immediately pulled off to catch my breath and wipe my mouth with the collar of my T-shirt before yanking it off and dropping it on the ground. Dev made a surprised, disgruntled sound before trying to pull me back onto his cock.

I glanced up at him. Instead of doing what he wanted, I opened my pants to give some relief to my own erection. “In a hurry?”

His eyes were dark and commanding. “Yes.”

“I mean to make you beg,” I admitted.

“I’ve waited a long time to feel your mouth around my cock.”

I was going to come right there on the floor. “That right?” My voice didn’t sound very steady. I swallowed and tried again. “You sure you don’t want something else around your cock?”

What the fuck was I doing? I decided I didn’t care.

His eyes darkened even more until it became hard for me to swallow. His hand moved from my hair down to my face to clasp my chin. His touch was deceptively tender, and his words were the same.

“That what you want, Tully?”

I closed my eyes as desire swept over me. My head felt like it was a billion tiny bits of dandelion fluff all trying to pretend to be something solid and capable.

“I want you,” I admitted softly. “So fucking badly. However you want me. However you need.”

He leaned down and kissed me, gentle at first. But then he pressed harder, and the kiss became more desperate, hungry. I lost my breath in wanting him, craving more of him. Bits and pieces of words tumbled out of me between biting kisses. Please and god and anything .

Eventually, Dev grabbed me up and manhandled me over to the large sofa before shoving me down on my back, stripping the rest of my clothes, and climbing on top of me. Our bare cocks pressed together as he crushed his mouth to mine again. My hands were everywhere… touching, caressing, grabbing. It wasn’t enough, but I kept trying.

I wanted to take. I wanted to give. I wanted to fuse us into one unrecognizable shape of lust and desire until all that remained was an empty husk and the echo of gasping breath.

How was it possible to want someone this much?

“Let go, dammit,” he growled.

I pulled my hands away a split second before realizing that wasn’t what he’d meant. He wanted my orgasm. He wanted to make me come.

“Don’t want it to end,” I confessed raggedly.

He made a noise in his throat and shook his head before muttering something about buttoned-up city boys needing to get dirty.

And then he moved down my body and swallowed my cock. Within seconds, it was over. My body thrust up into that delicious heat. My fingers scrambled for something to hold on to. My legs came around him in hopes he wouldn’t pull away.

The dandelion fluff scattered to the wind.

And I remained quite solidly in Dev’s orgasm debt.